"Quite a day," John said, standing beside Jeremiah before he entered his car.
Jeremiah nodded and glanced at the cabin. "You know, if I were you, I'd leave this wooden house and get to a bunker somewhere."
"Here we go again with another theory," John scoffed.
"There’s always someone out of their mind, and then the truth comes out," Jeremiah said, placing his hands on John's shoulders. "You have to be careful, old friend."
"You’re my cousin, Jeremiah," John said, placing his hands on Jeremiah’s shoulders.
"Okay, maybe I am drunk," Jeremiah smiled, then slid into the car. John watched it disappear into the distance before returning to his office.
He sat down, feeling the liquor start to kick in. His vision began to blur, and with closed eyes, he raised his head to the roof as Jeremiah'
